The COURAGEOUS EXPLOITS OF DOCTOR SYN - Thorndike Russell (книги онлайн полные TXT) 📗

“Queer fellow that Sexton of yours,” remarked the Captain. “More like a seaman than a sexton, what with his

tarred pigtail sticking out like a jigger-gaff, and the way he steers that animal.”

The Vicar laughed. “Mipps has been a ship’s carpenter in his day, and aboard a man-of-war, too. As good an old

rascal as you’ll find upon acquaintance. Aye, Captain, you’ll come to like Mipps well enough.”

“I dare say. He seems a bit of an oddity to me though,” returned the Captain.

“A character certainly allowed the Vicar. “But take it from me, who have known him these many years under

trials and blessings, a good one. In spite of whimsicalities he is at heart a good and kind little fellow.”

“I know the type well,” nodded the Captain. “He is a one-man’s servant, and as such would be faithful to the

last, no doubt.”

Doctor Syn perhaps perceived that the Captain was attempting somehow to drive him into some toil, so he

answered quickly: “No, he is faithful and kind to the whole parish, young and old. That water-carrier, for instance,

is blessing him at the mo ment, since Mipps fashioned that yoke for him, to make his work the easier. And he did it

too, out of his own leisure time. Even new-born babies take to Mipps.”

“Well, if the Scarecrow gets me on the Marsh one of these dark nights,” laughed the Captain, “I’ll be glad if you

will not only read the prayers over my coffin, but write my epitaph, too. If you give me such a character as you give

to this sexton behind his back, I think I shall have a better chance in the next world.”

“And as Mipps will tell you shortly, Captain,” laughed the Doctor, “no one can knock up a coffin better than he,

so you see your corpse would be in the best of hands. But joking aside, I trust that your presence means an end to

Death stalking the Marsh at night.”

“I’ll take the first step in that direction then,” said the Captain, dismounting and handing the reins to one of his

men.

“And that is?” asked Doctor Syn.

“Billeting my men,” replied the Captain.

The Vicar responded to his salute with a benedictory gesture, and then walked his pony out upon the Marsh road.

A quarter of an hour later he was overhauled by Mipps who had put Lightning to the nearest point of a hand

gallop which that animal could be persuaded to accomplish.

“Very neat, Vicar, the way you manoeurvred the Captain’s lodging,” he remarked. “it’ll be a close eye on him,

eh, sir?”

“That’s so, my good Mipps. From tonight it will be watch and watch about between us two. If we know his

moves beforehand we can the better check ‘em, and I fancy even then that he will give us a good run for our

barrels.”

In and out the winding dyke-bordered lanes they walked their mounts till old Mother Handaway’s hovel appeared

in sight, and then Doctor Syn broke a silence that had lasted some quarter of an hour.

“By his suspicion of your coffins, Mister Sexton, I gather that this Captain is too well-informed. We may have to

employ new methods, and here is one for passing the word to all concerned that has only just occurred to me. Yo u

remember those two bits of wood I floated in Percy’s buckets? He likes them. They are useful since they prevent

the splashing. Make him a present of some well-shaped floats that will appeal to him as a toy appeals to a child. I’ll

suggest that you make them like the four suits in a pack of cards. Two aces of each. Chisel and polish them well.

On his rounds, see that he makes your Coffin Shop the first port of call, in order that you may tell him which pieces

to float. We will arrange a code together before I return to dine with the Captain. After dark we will meet those

concerned at Doubledyke. Before they leave the Oast House, where our meeting is to be, they will all have been

instructed in the code, and in future the innocent lad, Percy, can carry the Scarecrow’s orders to every cottage in the

parish.”

“That’s a pretty notion,” chuckled Mipps, “and I marvel that we never thought on it before.”

Doctor Syn certainly did not read the Scriptures to old Mother Handaway, for there was much to don on the

Scarecrow’s business. Not that the old hag would have profited had he read to her, for she was a mad old thing

whom the distant villages upon the Marsh held to be a witch. Perhaps she had every reason to think she was, for did

not the Devil himself visit her, sometimes in the shape of the good Vicar of Dymchurch, and sometimes riding past

her cottage as the dread Scarecrow? And had he not given her many golden guineas for service rendered? She had

had little to do for such high payment, since it was Jimmie Bone, the Highwayman, who groomed the Scarecrow’s

horse which she guarded in her underground stable, the entrance of which was so cunningly hidden by the stack of

dried bulrushes in the side of the deep dry dyke that ran before her cottage. This was deep enough to conceal a

mounted man form the Marsh around.

Unless anyone happened to be in the dyke itself, the opening of the secret door could never be seen, but the three

men who used it always took the greatest precautions to ensure that no one was about

The dry dyke, some said, had been made by the Romans at their first landing, but the stable had been built

probably by some independent smuggler years back. Mother Handaway’s grandfather had told her the secret of its

entrance, and she had kept it to herself till she first hid the Highwayman there, at a time when hard pressed and

wounded he had otherwise been caught and hanged.

A good hiding-place and none better, hidden also by the cowshed, and with grass growing from good soil on its

roof. Inside, the roof was groin-spanned, made by masons who knew their business and who were aware that it had

to stay for generations. Once, it was lain down, in some local history, that somewhere in the vicinity of the dry dyke

was an ancient building of sorts, but naturally the Handaways never allowed the interested parties to search for it.

Certain it was to the Vicar, the Sexton and the Highwayman a most excellent dry stable.

The other dykes in the vicinity of the farmyard were all live dykes filled with water, and there were many at this

point of the Marsh that intersected, while the mist ribbons that rose up around their banks gave ample hiding-place

to the farm itself. From a distance it was exceedingly difficult to say what was going on around Mother

Handaway’s,. On the other hand, anyone at her cottage could discern anyone moving on the Marsh for a

considerable distance.

Although there was on this occasion no need for caution, it was taken.

Inside the stable the tall Highwayman received them, endeavouring to conceal his yawns, for he had been out on

the Dover road till the early hours of the morning on his illegal business.

On a rough table at the far end beneath a lighted stable lantern, there was set out a heap of watches, rings, and

other trinkets, with a strong leather bag from which a heap of guineas and crown pieces had been spilled.

“ A good night’s taking,” laughed the Vicar. “ It seems I am come at an opportune moment to collect my tythes.”

“ Which I always pay you, you will own,” replied Gentleman James.

“ Aye, Jimmie Bone is the only honest Gentleman upon the road.” Said Mipps.

Both the pony and donkey had been led into the stable, and were quickly stalled. The vicar first entered

Gehenna’s stall, and made a fuss of the magnificent creature known too well by the Revenue men as the

Scarecrow’s phantom horse. He then went into the next stall and patted Mister Bone’s charger, a black animal like